Shu Ting miss the lack of a colorful wall chart lines,
one question unanswered, however pure algebra,
a single-stringed violin, the rain beads toggle eaves,
not reach the other side of a pair of oars oars .
bud usually silently waiting,
distant to the general attention of the setting sun,
may have a hidden ocean,
but the flow out, just tear or two.
Ah, the vision in mind ,
in the depths of the soul.
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